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it is a walking thing;

may you catch a glimpse.
may you lap it numerously.

in this uncircumstantial race
the walking thing need
no time, no speed, no pace.

may you catch a glimpse,
may you slow up purposely.

in this inexplicable race
the walking thing seek
your time, your need, a space.

may you find a breath,
may you break undoubtedly---

the chase.

may you walk beside it.
may you surpass it impatiently.

in this unconditional race
the walking thing will wait
for you, forever, just in case.

may you ever slow down,
love will crown you proudly---

with grace.

:::

the inflated envelope of your mind
is confined by its gores and categorized by its panels.

deadweight propane tanks and an ignorant basket
fuel and carry redundant thoughts.

you control the burner.
ascending to kiss your freedom, right?

not exactly.

you are the inexperienced pilot
 when you have a safe landing.

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it is not what is inside a hot air balloon
that needs to be released;

it is the sealed envelope
that must be unsealed;

you are the experienced pilot
when you never return.

you control the burner;

turn it facing down! char the basket!
let the propane tanks explode!

you are the dead pilot,
falling among the inferno in the sky, yes? perfect.

when you are descending
you see the fire---unseal the Ascent.

:::

think of your favorite fruity fruit fruit!

got it?! sweet. (hah, get it?, sweet...)

now think of lovey love love!

no not that kind! your love! to yourself silly!

now think of them together. like the best of friends.

are you ripey ripe ripe!?

if not, that's ok. don't worry!

don't use time to wait. use patience to wait!

'cause only patience waits for sweetness!

sweety sweet sweet!

:::

...when i see you.

....i feel morning in myself.